September 9th 2015:
Not only that day was special for me, but also the place. I have been to Mumbai many times before, but for the first time after my birth day, I was in my birth place, Mumbai on the day of my birthday, which was on 9th September. I had planned last month that I will start a series on my birthday, but recently some events took me back and kept me busy and involved in them. I am back to home from Mumbai. Though the reason for this trip to Mumbai was quite disturbing, but I think it was all written..
Yu and Mi
** This is a work of fiction **
It was the day when I realized that my heart doesn’t beat only for me.
“Can I come in madam?” I requested, standing outside of the class, to the teacher who was roaming in the class with her hawk eyes on each and every student.
“You are late.” she said with a loud voice.
“Madam, I can explain”, I said.
“Just because you can complete the exam paper in 2 hours, it doesn’t mean you can come late to the examination hall by an hour” she said indicating to the conversation which we had in earlier classes of her in which I had mentioned that I can complete my examination in 2 hours. Damn!
I was thinking what to say on this, when the teacher herself said “Come in”.
“Thank you mam”. I said with a half-hearted smile.
**After a few moments**
Sitting in a room where the temperature was trying to touch the double the hours in a day(48), I was trying to concentrate on the paper that lay in front of me. I tried my best to read the first question of AWP (Antennas and wave Propagation) paper, but my thoughts were completely occupied by the incident that took place in the morning. It felt like that the topics which I have prepared the previous day, were getting dried in my brain and were falling down along with sweat. I saw around the Examination hall, the students (murderers) were doing their best for what they are known for. Everyone was killing thousands of words and sentences, then burying them in 32 page graveyard. May the words rest in peace, I thought.
Then I slowly looked up for some inspiration to write something. But no use. I blamed electricity for this. Just like a helicopter doesn’t fly unless its wings are rotating in a circular motion on the top of it, in the same way students’ thoughts doesn’t fly unless the the three winged fan rotates in a circular motion. No power.
I looked outside of the room, which is on the 4th floor of the college. There were dozens of vehicles moving on the roads of the college. Instantly I felt more fearful. A body completely dipped in blood appeared in front of me. I saw the depth in his eyes which were calling for help. I closed my eyes. It kept haunting me. I don’t know what I wrote in this mid 1 paper. Somehow, I was confident (not completely though) that I will do better in Mid exam 2, as it’s the best of these two exams, mid 1 and mid 2, that counts in the main examination result. After few moments, teacher tapped on my bench showing her watch! I would have said “Wow! Fastrack, it’s a brand!”, if I was not disturbed. But I was disturbed, so I didn’t say anything. She took my paper.
I rushed out of the class, then went running down the stairs. I called for an auto and said “Apollo Hospitals”.
I stepped into the hospital, dozens of people were roaming here and there enquiring whereabouts of their relatives who were admitted in the hospital. I snaked through all of them and reached the help desk. “Mr. Karan Mehra”, I said to the Nurse in blue, asking about his admitted room!
She checked her book and said 304, and asked me how is he related to me. I simply said “Uncle”.
I ran upstairs for the 3rd floor. Even though there were lifts, they were already crowded by a queue of people waiting to move to upper floors. I was trembling as I reached the room in which he was admitted. I can’t think beyond what happened this morning. As I went into the room, I was dumb struck.
A beautiful girl in parrot green salwar kameej was sitting near a man who was in his 40’s and laying down on bed and was dressed in blue. For an instant I forgot why I came here. Everything was blank. Time seemed as if it had stopped. My eyes felt as if they had found their portal to fall into. My heart felt as if it has found a permanent dweller. My brain felt as if it has found a person to whom it can allot all the neurons in the will. I was falling deeper, deeper and deeper into her eyes, even though they were not looking at me.
“Who are you?”, she asked me when she saw me coming inside.
I was about to say, you are the mother of thoughts that took birth in my brain within 9 seconds I first saw you. But then the man on the bed spoke,
“Hey, my son, Thank you so much. It’s because of you I am breathing today. God bless you son. I am glad that there is still humanity alive in this Kalyug. Come come sit. Rashmi beta, he is the boy who saved me today morning during the accident. He brought me to this hospital and called your mom in the morning to rush into the hospital.”
“But mom is in Delhi dad. She called me and told about this accident and the hospital where you are admitted.” She said feeling guilty even though there was no mistake from her side.
“Thank you uncle” I said and thought what to say next. “I am happy that you are safe and sound here”.
He felt glad. Even the girl. The portal came walking towards me and shaked her hand with mine. Seeing her eyes from such a small distance, I saw my reflection in her eyes. The image that appeared in her eyes was looking very happy. My eyes were working faster than my brain. My mouth was out of words. Her “Thank you” was echoing throughout my body.
“It was my responsibility to save the person who was crying for help, I am glad that he was your father”. I said with a constant smile. She smiled and nodded and then said “That’s so good of you”.
“Coffee?” I asked. There were thousands of words I could have said, but I don’t know how this word came out of my mouth. I am somewhat safer because we were at a sound distance from her father.
“Do you think I will come for coffee with you leaving my dad in this hospital?” She said almost with a shock.
“And why should I come for coffee with you? It doesn’t mean that if you saved my dad’s life, I should come for coffee with you”
She was stabbing, with my heart as the target.
I was disappointed, not with her, but with myself. I went near to the bed.
“Get well soon uncle. Wishing a quick recovery.” I said with a 100% forced smile.
I reached the door and was about to leave. But life had a different plan for me. Rashmi came near the door and said, “I can’t come for coffee, but we can meet here, in this hospital tomorrow.”
I was elated. I tried to suppress my happiness.
“But tell me one reason why should I meet you tomorrow?” she asked. “Don’t tell me that you saved my dad”.
It’s difficult to understand these complex femaletic creatures. I thought for a while on this. And then the creativity inside me came into picture.
“There is some part of you in me and some part of me in you.” I said with a smile.
“What? How come?” she said with a puzzled look.
“There is Yu in my name, Abhimanyu and Mi in your name, Rashmi.”
She was impressed I should say.
“Let’s meet tomorrow then” she said hiding her laughter.
I should have gone by now but my mouth works faster than my brain,
“To meet you tomorrow is like meeting you the next week.” I said this without the permission of my brain. I hoped that I haven’t spoiled this once again. I was eagerly waiting for her reply.
“Then let’s meet next week.”